Products of Failure

Why must my hope and reason,
Honesty, caring, kindness,
Generosity, openness, understanding,
And feeling be torn away?
Sucked into the spiral
Only to come back anew.
The products of failure are within me
And always will forever.
Forever until failure finds it's
Precise belonging in this
World of treacherous undoing.
Whilst many disregard the world
And slip away from it's vortex,
Why does it take me?
Why must it?
Deter me from my desire it does not.
Human will is strong, as is my soul.
Give I will not, proceed I must.
Forever wandering the treacherous spiral.
The cold vortex of the world,
Until someone accepts my products of failure.

~Dallas Fairchild 3/23/03